Y/n Sinclair, Enid's fraternal twin sister. Wednesday Addams, the mysterious new girl. Were they destined to meet by the string of fate? Destined to love or to hate?
This follows the Wednesday series. I don't own any characters except my own.
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ENID'S POV
I look at the screen. It's been ten minutes.
Y/n normally isn't gone for this long.
I huff as Wednesday steps back outside. "So, done with your 'friend'?"
"Yes. He's going to bring me to the train durning the Festival this weekend." She leans her arms against the balcony. "How can Y/n play like that?"
I cross my arms, "If Y/n didn't tell you then I won't."
"Fine. But she said something earlier about you and her being different than other werewolves. How?" Wednesday's eyes flick to me, her dark bangs shifting off point because of the wind.
"We..." I bite my inner cheek. "We were adopted from this Lycanthrope center. I don't know much, Y/n knows more because she's about a year older than me, but their's something in my genes that makes us different." I unsheathe my claws, watching how the color painted on them seems to glimmer in the moonlight. Or it's just the glitter. "Probably why I haven't wolfed out yet."
"Oh. Were-"
Wednesday gets cut off as Y/n walks out to the balcony, "Hi girls."
"Y/n! How are you feeling?" I grasp Y/n's arm.
Y/n's POV
"Fine." I send Enid a fake smile, "Did I miss anything?"
The girls seemed caught up when I entered the room. Enid said- well I think she said- something about the center where we grew up.
How much does she really know? Did she find out? What if she saw?
I shake my head softly, trying to rid the thoughts and focus on the conversation.
"-ing me. So you'll have your room back."
I nod along to the words as Wednesday finishes, "Okay. Do you need anything to help prepare?"
"No. I don't need you touching my things." Wednesday shrugs my suggestion off and steps back into the room, leaving me and Enid.
"She wants to know about the music."
My eyes flick to Enid's. "Why?"
"For her power supply?" Enid sighs, "How should I know, Y/n? But she seemed really interested."
"Wednesday showed another emotion besides basic indifference?" I gasp dramatically. "No freaking way."
My sister laughs softly, shoving my shoulder. "Oh, shut up. I told her we got adopted."
I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as I let out a deep exhale. "How much do you even remember about the center?"
"Not much. Mainly just what you told me. Like how they used us to experiment and stuff. But I..." Her fingers begin to shake and she clenches her hand into a tight fist. Enid gives me a scared, wide eyed look, "I remember the white coats and... and the needles..."
I pull her closer to me. "They can't hurt you anymore..." I mutter, more for my sake than hers as memories flood back.
